When you look around the world you see a bit how things have changed these past ten years. America, Australia and the UK have always been basically both intolerant and dependent upon immigrants. Now Europe is becoming intolerant of immigrants. Now, if America, the UK, Australia and Europe hadn't bombed the fuck out of them to make them have to run away from their burning homes, maybe things would be different, but we did exactly do that and for no good reason at all, except for our own sense of moral righteousness and money. Now, we have to work things out... because we have to...and we have to share more than we used to do...because we have to...because they are us now.

On Passings, as they are called now.

Looking back

as we do

puts us in

the memory stew

of tears and fears

and funny ears

and everything to do.

Looking ahead, Phil,

you see you're ill

and so buy insurance

for those you filled.

But they've made their own way

and made their own pay

and should be happy

to foot your bill.

And if they're not

just hang around

and be a problem for a pound

like a noisy tomb

as they grieve and weave

and lounge the leaving room.

poem for daughter:light on light, the sailor's light, to look out bright upon the water, to see the stars and see the sight and hold in arms a perfect daughter. where will you go, what will you see, when clouds are on the water? i will love you all through the time that gails upon the border.

Men & Women: I don't really know women. I can't know women. I have loved some women and they have loved me, just as unknowingly and blindly as I have loved them. In that loving blindness we grew good families. At almost 65, Life remains a remarkable and beautiful mystery to me...and yet I know 'me' very well now, but the rest of the Mystery and Majic of this, my simple one life, amongst my comrade collective billions of absolute equal beings, continues within me and then without me. I'm happy to be here. I'm relatively sane. I have a good heart and a fair mind. I have no idea how any of that ever happened. No idea at all. In the great scheme of things... there is no great scheme of things, but it is a good thing, and I think the best thing, along the way, to have a sweet long kiss (with a tongue or two) and to wish each other well. The world is for all and there is plenty of room in it for all of us, otherwise we wouldn't be here at all.

2 indigenous young boys in Perth died last night, drowned themselves in the Swan River, escaping from police who wanted to know why they were climbing fences through people's yards at night and tinkering with their windows and door knobs, as the people who lived there were concerned, so called the police. The boys families are blaming the police. The Racist police. True. Grief is like that. Why did the US invade Iraq when Iraq was the only bastion against Al Queda who caused the trouble on 9/11? Grief is like that. Grief is primal. Grief doesn't exist to make sense to us. The role of grief is to teach us how to survive the future, and we usually don't learn that at all. We react with hate instead and remain more primitive than arcane grief, the great teacher, itself. As Dylan Thomas noted: We are not wholly bad nor good we, any of us, who live Under Milkwood.

Peter Dutton, the Australian Parliamentary Member for Home Affairs & Au Pairs, noted today that "I am a person of high integrity." Now, usually, a person of high integrity is known as such because everyone believes that person to be a person of high integrity, but, importantly, only when they are dead. Peter, alive, just doesn't get it. You can't actually say that about yourself. Belligerent, callous, bullying, unfair, unethical, cruel, small minded, vicious, selfish, power mad...and... an idiot. He's got it all...but, as for Integrity, well, I think he has a way to go.

The only trickle-down economic benefit for workers in Australia is when the elite piss in your face.